Biannually I create a thread absent of my normal ridiculousness (partly absent perhaps) and we check in with each other:
For reasons that could only be filed under “cosmic amusement,” my eyes shot open at 7:45 this morning.
I was puzzled. The sun set lower and beamed an orangish call through my window.
“Oh my god,” I thought, “I must be the day version of Batman or something. Clearly Gotham needs me.”
It was at this moment when I realized that I was seeing the fabled “morning sun (pronounced: Baaack tooo bedd)”.
As a musician, you meet plenty of people willing to share fairytales of day jobs, commutes and an insanely humorous tall-tale called “soap operas.”
(Apparently, it’s an inside joke between morning people, where they convince third shifters of early afternoon shows featuring bad acting, bad writing, bad cinematography and awful plots that actually stay on the air for 40 years and have huge followings. No one’s falling for that, day jobber)
I come to you today with enticing news and pajama pants. Fellow Fiverrians, The morning sun is real. What was once considered a myth, has become reality; it’s watching a rumor physically materialize … like witnessing the waring Athena, or utilizing a college degree.
7:45 is no place for a musician. My studio lacked its normal mood in the cheery light. The collection of thrown together cables looked more like days old pasta rather than a palace of chaos and emotion. Songwriting is a fickle sport already, the last thing someone needs at the top of the day is some weird soundtrack to narrate their pre cognitive experience…
“Coming to a streaming device near you, K-Groove presents “Waking Up’s greatest hits!” Yes they’re all here. Such classics as:
“Is that my breath (or did I swallow a squirrel)”
“Give me Coffee or I’ll kill You” (piano version)
Love me like it’s 2pm
“It’s always night time in my eye lids” (featuring Stevie Wonder)
So that’s me. It’s been a full day of studio rearrangement, musical arrangement and coffee derangement.
How are you? How are the kids? Did you ever get that “thing” looked at? Is a toe even supposed to grow there? How has your freelance been going? Are you working completely for yourself and do you love it? Are you learning to love your boss more… or is your relationship strictly platonic?
Tell me some wild freelance stories. Or tell me some routine tales of working for yourself.
How are you really doing…